Stacked Blonde Top — Blackedraw 24 05 06 Angie Faith

Angie drifted close to the painting, fingers in the pockets of her jacket, feeling as if the void looked back. A woman beside her—a curator named Mara—whispered, “They say Blackedraw paints what people leave unsaid.” Angie smiled; she had been carrying years of unsaid sentences, fragments of apologies and stuttered goodbyes that lived in the small bones of her hands.